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It’s too long No one is going to like it Go to sleep, go to sleep Go to sleep little audience. You think anyone really wants to see hear feel it? You think anyone really wants? I want’s Call me Sir Wants-a-lot of motivation Something- kryptonite I write for the haters that’s what Why I gotta Wanna Gonna do what I do It’s for the haters Doubting my ability like a codependent already seeing me fall. Ready to catch me stand me on my own two feet planted before me I fall again into the cycle Call me recycled. Yes I am a catch not for your traps or webs of issues not about me helping not about me. Helping me out not picking up another habit not making you a habit. Really, you think you’re going to finish It’s all the smoke Smoking mirrors Slows you down brings you in recoil into you Like you do on that stoners couch Ouch! Holy water, scents of sage It’s for the haters I hear you now and I feel you later Hater And you think the c